summer dusk
crickets start to sing
calling
the fireflies to light up
the moonless night
Lisbeth Ho
summer dusk
crickets start to sing
calling
the fireflies to light up
the moonless night
Lisbeth Ho
full moon
I scoop it from sugar syrup
Rasgulla
*
Nudurupati
Nagasri
* Ball-shaped sweet made with curdled milk and sugar syrup
evening falls
sometimes it happens
I am afraid
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo